Still-Our-President Trump's great friend, UKish prime minister Boris Johnson, visited Ukrainia the other day, ostensibly to give "encouragement" to whatsisname, the self-appointed so-called president of that Godless hellhole. You know the guy I mean - the podgy one who can't even spell Vladimir despite it being his own name.
This went down well with the loony lefties, who are unaware that a visit from The Bozo (as he is affectionately known) offering to sell out-of-date military equipment at extortionate prices invariably
discourages his hosts. How the rest of us laughed!
Apparently there is a Europeon shortage of sunflower oil (or axle-grease as we call it) because someone has bombed all the sunflowers. Quite why people can't cook with olive oil and butter like the rest of us, or with lard shaved from their obese children, is beyond me.